Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 20:03:43 -0400
From: John Marshall
Subject: Ecstasy Renewed Chapter 14
In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this
story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island," continued with
"The Working Boys," and now continues with this story, "Ecstasy Renewed."
Like the previous segment, this story from time to time takes the form of a
series of interviews with various characters involved (all
fictitious). It's unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures
depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," this one is also
written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with
extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character
development. Once more, it is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating
dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such
material
as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing,
leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where
you live, leave now.
Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start
strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can
time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in
the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per
chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter
at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual
health...especially your hard, throbbing cock.
Note: It has been brought to my attention that the fictitious sex drug,
Duranol, mentioned in "Ecstasy Island" and the early chapters of "The
Working Boys" is, in fact, the name of a heart medication with many adverse
side effects. Thus, I changed the drug's name to Duralon. There will be
much more involving this element of the story in "Ecstasy Renewed."
If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com.
ECSTASY RENEWED
CHAPTER 14
"Still hard at it, I see," Doug Bristol observed as he sat down on the
couch next to Derek and his laptop in a quiet little lounge Derek had
discovered by accident. It had apparently gone UNdiscovered by most of the
rest of the Duralon addicts on board.
"Well, still hard, anyway," Derek stroked his blood-engored cock a time or
two. "I wanna get this all written up and sent out before we get to the
island this afternoon or I probably never WILL get it done."
"I want to thank you for what you did for Bunny last night, the boys and
some others have told me how bad off she was," Doug rested his arm around
Derek's shoulders, hugging him gently.
"How is she NOW?" Derek inquired.
"Okay...on a short leash, but okay," Doug sighed, peering over Derek's
shoulder trying to read what the man was typing.
"Short leash?" Derek asked without stopping.
"I attached both the boys to her with orders to keep her under control,"
Doug explained. "Nothing like a little brother, let along TWO little
brothers, to put a damper on a teenaged girl's sexual proclivities.
"Assuming they don't fuck her themselves," Derek smiled, not looking up
from his screen.
"Actually, I'm assuming they will...or ARE...or have..." Doug laughed. "I
figure if that's the worst that happens, she'll be okay."
"You've come around to accepting incest as a...a given?" Derek questioned.
Doug took a deep breath, releasing Derek from his embrace. "We're all
sexual...as a family, extremely sexual...cooped up here on the boat, later
on the island...not to mention Duralon...I see no point in fighting
it. Horny young boys will be horny young boys...and Bunny..."
"And YOU?" Derek asked pointedly.
Doug was silent for several seconds. "The boys...I'd mollest the both of
them in a second, if the right moment came around. Bunny...I don't
know...fuckin' your own daughter..."
"Reminds you too much of your wife?" Derek asked perceptively.
"Yes, but that's as much a temptation as it is...off-putting..." Doug
searched for words, feeling the intensity of Derek's searching gaze. Their
faces grew closer, their noses met, then their lips. "Thank you, I've been
hoping you'd do that since yesterday."
Derek pushed away the laptop and reached for Doug's sizable hard cock.
"I've been hoping you'd do THAT too," Doug added, fastening upon Derek's
manhood.
"The Duralon gets to you after a while if you don't..." Derek's words were
interrupted as Doug's lips ingested them.
"I need to cum, BAAAAD," Doug breathed between Derek's lips as they parted.
Derek leaned Doug over onto his back on the sectional couch, covering the
man with his naked body, probing his loins with his seven-inch cock. "You
want fucked?" he asked.
"NO," Doug reacted quickly. "Not by that monstrosity."
"It's not as big as it looks," Derek smiled into yet another kiss.
"It's BIGGER than it looks," Doug insisted, peering down between them,
comparing his own six inches or so to Derek's noticeably larger appendage.
"Never been fucked before?" Derek guessed.
"Not till this trip...an NEVER by a grown man," Doug confessed. "I'm not as
gay as I look."
"You don't look gay at all," Derek whispered softly as their cocks moved
purposefully between them.
"Gay is more a matter of...feeling...than looking," Doug told Derek as both
their cocks began to pulsate in pleasure.
"Suck me," Derek suddenly demanded, moving up over the man, straddling his
chest, aiming his cock at the man's mouth.
Doug took the bait, though not without some difficulty.
"You've never sucked many cocks, either, have you?" Derek judged.
"Only little boys, never...hameammanjmmfhhfhhhh..." Doug tried to speak as
Derek slenced him with his cock.
"Someone's gonna have to teach you how to be gay," Derek told him, "before
we get to the island, or you're gonna be a rather odd duck in the water."
"Hahhammmmfhfhanhhghhahhah..." Doug found he couldn't talk with a cock in
his mouth.
"There's more to being gay than fuckin' around with naked little boys...and
girls..." Derek intoned as he gently fucked Doug's face with his cock. "Boy
sex is lots of fun, but...once you leave here...highly dangerous...in a
manner of speaking, even DEADLY."
Doug gave up trying to speak and just listened...and sucked, though inept
would have been a kind description of his cocksucking prowess.
"Watch the teeth, don't try to take it all, concentrate on the head, using
your tongue, think of it as a lollipop or maybe an ice cream cone...a very
CREAMY ice cream cone...not very icy, now that I think about it but...yeah,
yeah, that's it, you're getting the knack, easy, easy...I know it's
big...try not to choke on it, learn to control your gag reflex." Derek
instructed patiently as he carefully fed Doug his cock. "You've been sucked
off before, just think about what felt good and do that, in and out, yeah,
yeah, suck it, make love to it, taste it...don't worry about my load..."
Doug was bug-eyed with concentration. Derek was no twelve-year-old boy and
he had the cock to prove it. But, unlike the cute young kids he'd been
sucking off, Derek knew how to handle himself...how to handle his
cock...how to move...and what NOT to do as much as what TO do in
face-fucking a man.
"Hey, you're gettin' there," Derek congratulated the man. "It's actually
starting to feel good."
"Hammmanmmffjjfannfffffff," Doug flunked the "talking with his mouth full
while sucking a cock" test.
"Dammit, will you shut the fuck up, you bit me..." Derek cried. "That
fuckin' HURT." It didn't. It was barely a nip, but Derek wanted to teach
the man a lesson. He needed remedial help in not trying to do two things at
the same time.
Silently, chastened, Doug sucked on.
"Ohhhh yeah, man, yeah, yeah, feelin' it, man, feellin' it
really...oaoghehahehrh fuck yeah, suck that fucker, man, suck me, suck me
succcckkkkkk meeeee....oohahhehhehrh fuck, fuck, oghheahehrhhh god, yes,
suckin' it good...suckin it, suckin' it, ohhhhh fuck, gettin' to me, babe,
gettin' fuckin' to me, ohhh fuck yes, gonna do it to me, man, gettin' me
close, gonna make me blow, ohhhahhah god, yes, yes, yes, get ready...get
ready man, gonna cum...ohhahehhr fuck, fuck, take it, take it, take my
cum...no...no don't pull off...gotta learn...guys expect you
to...AOEOHAHEORIHHEHRHEHHHG GOD, OEHHGHAHEHRHRHHGH FUCCCK, FUCK,
FUCCCKKK...AOGHEOAIEHROIRH GOD, FUCKIN' CUMMIN', MAN, MAKIN' ME CUM, MAKIN'
ME...TAKE IT...SWALLOW IT, LEARN TO LIKE IT, OHHAHEHRH YEAH, OHHEHAHEHR
FUCK, GOTTA LEARN TO LIKE CUM, GOTTA LEARN TO SUCK GUYS OFF...EVEN LITTLE
BOYS SHOOT THEIR CUM ONCE IN A WHILE...PUBERTY STRIKES...NOTHING LIKE THE
TASTE OF SWEET, FRESH, HOT BOY-CUM...OHHEHAHEH YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OHHH YEAH,
YOU LEARN FAST, MAN, OHAOEIOHOH GOD, SUCKIN' ME OFF LIKE A PRO, MAN,
OHHAHHAH YEAH, YEAH, YEAHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!"
"Ohhhhhh, fuck, I think I'm gonna vomit!" Doug cried once Derek had
withdrawn.
"NO!" Derek cried, holding him down. "Hold it...hold it down...I know, I
had the same reaction the first time...takes a little getting use
too...salty, right? I know, I know, I shoot a lot but...yeah, yeah, that's
it...better now, right?"
"No, but...god, you taste...horrible..." Doug couldn't help laughing at the
image the two of them must present to anyone passing by in the corridor
outside the open arch of the reading room.
"I'm not some sweet little boy, all peppermint candy or vanilla
milkshakes," Derek told Doug needlessly as he climbed off the man's chest
and returned to his laptop.
"Do all grown men taste that bad?" Doug inquired, sitting up once more.
"Everyone tastes different," Derek informed him as he wiped his hands so as
not to mess up his keyboard.
"Let's HOPE," Doug sighed.
"Where ya goin', don't you want me to suck YOU now?" Derek asked as Doug
moved to leave.
"I...I think I better...I better go check on the boys...and...BUNNY, ohhhh
god, Bunny..."
"See ya," Derek smiled, knowing full well the man was on his way to the
nearest restroom to throw up. His carnal needs now fulfilled, Derek
returned to what he was writing:
"EcstasyInc is the illegitimate stepson of Cox International and a
half-dozen wealthy shareholders who have each put up between twenty and
fifty million dollars for a no-holes-barred homosexual playground where the
only rules are nudity and anonymity. I say illegitimate because the Cox
International subsidiary, Cox Pharmaceuticals, has had a vested interested
in both the the conception and the upbringing of this horny young corporate
boy-child. In the wake of the downfall of mega-billionaire Colton Cox, his
multi-national corporate cash cow discovered they were, in fact, the
benificiary of a concept recognized by the Bahamian courts as "Corporate
Sovereignty." It mattered little that no other country on the face of the
earth but the Bahamians recognize such a legal concept. The few acres of
sand and scrub Cox calls "The Land of Ecstasy" turned out to be a tax haven
of inestimable value. Cox International recently took up residence in their
new nation's embassy in Nassau. The soaring black glass tower occupies only
a little less acerage than the country itself and its total square footage
of office space probably EXCEEDS that of their sandy little atoll."
"The Land of Ecstasy goes out of its way to proclaim and validate its
nationhood. They have a flag, a rainbow with two interlocking male symbols,
(one larger than the other) a national anthem set to the tune of "YMCA,"
their own electronic currency pegged to the American dollar (called the
"sand dollar" or more often just "sandy"). They issue stamps, have their
own internet monicker (.loe), and an eleven-year-old crown prince. Oh, I
almost forgot. They also have a navy...well, one ship, actually, the
M.S. Arousal.
"I've spent the past 24 hours on board the Arousal in a near constant state
of arousal. I've talked to her captain, interviewed members of the crew,
and thoroughly enjoyed my VIP status, which may be in jeopardy once this
chronicle hits the street. The Arousal is a refurbished cruise ship built
in 1980, painted sparkling white, and manned by a crew of approximately 150
mostly teenaged boys whose sole purpose is keeping a similar number of
passengers happy, well-fed, and sexually entertained for a day and a night
until they have traveled the 500 miles from Nassau to the fabled Land of
Ecstasy where there are virtually NO rules regarding sexual conduct. Such
passage does not come cheap. Guest spend $20,000 for the least expensive
time-share entitling a single individual to one week per year of
unrestrained sexual ecstasy with as many naked young boys as they can
accomodate while on Duralon in its various manifestations. They may bring
guests at varying rates and there are a whole menu of accomodation upgrades
allowing the cost to more than triple for those for whom money is no
object. For those wishing to become citizens of Ecstasy, prices start at
one million sand dollars for a small, one-bedroom, year-round villa, and
soar into the erotic stratosphere for more luxurious digs."
"If all this sounds too good to be true, for many would-be guests, it
IS. First you must apply for a visa (a real visa, not a credit card). The
fee--a non-refundable $2,000. The application demands a head shot and a
full-bodied nude photo--no fat, ugly people allowed. The minimum age is 18,
though guests (not necessarily blood relatives) are permitted as young as
twelve, and with special dispensation, as young as ten. A complete physical
evaluation is also required with special attention given to HIV status and
various social diseases (Ecstasy is a condom free principality). If all
that plus a background check and credit review comes back okay, then you're
entitled to buy into this cozy little erotic resort. Oh, I almost forgot,
you have to be under the age of 40 unless you can bribe someone with some
Sandys under the table. Rumor has it the going rate is ten thousand for
every year past the limit."
"If you're thinking the Land of Ecstasy is a totally male domain, you're
mostly right, but having said that, there are a surprising mumber of
girlfriends, wives, and daughters on board the Arousal at this moment, on
their way to fulfill their ultimate sexual fantasies. And take it from me,
the female guests on board are among the most sexually
free-wheeling. Bearing in mind the various limitations I've mentioned,
there is still a great variety of individual types among the guests. Disney
has no monopoly on kids. There are at least two dozen teenaged boys on
their way to Ecstasy, a smaller number of girls, probably a score of adult
ladies, wives, and mothers. There are also perhaps that many more men who
are probably lying about their ages. What they all have in common is that
they are all jaybird naked, all sexually active (especially the kids) and,
it would seem, lacking a jealous bone in their extremely attractive
bodies."
"Two elements come together to make all this possible--Cox Pharmaceutical's
Duralon line of sexual enhancements, and the fact that where sex is
concerned, especially gay sex, YOUTH RULES. Young boys here on the boat,
and on Ecstasy Island earn as much as two-thousand sand dollars a WEEK,
split evenly between themselves and their parents, who may or may not be
aware of how their strikingly beautiful, nubile, young sons managed to earn
so much money. Its axiomatic in marketing and advertising, "sex sells."
Along side this golden rule in the area of gay marketing and advertising,
boy-sex sells. Usually it's not as blatant or all-pervasive as that of
EcstasyInc, but so long as it has the thinest veil of legitimacy, the
pretty faces and toned bodies of the twelve to sixteen male population
compares quite favorably to a smililar quantity of gold boullion. Moreover,
there is even a very active training ground for ten to
twelve-year-olds. The Land of Ecstasy economy devours beautiful, naked,
young boys voraciously. Puberty is priceless. Adolescense quite
valuable. Young adulthood...not so much. Which is not to say that
EcstasyInc chews up attractive young boys and spits them out like so much
used bubble gum. Believe it or not, male whoredom is a career track."
"Ages ten to twelve are the formative years where former toy boys train and
evaluate these youngsters to decide if they have what it takes (and the
kind of parents it takes) to become sexual playthings for the rich and
famous (or almost famous). Twelve years of age is the delicate age in which
pubes first pop, sperm first spurts, and fragile young voices waver with
the weather. Thirteen is prime tenderloin, often a boy's peak earning
period. Fourteen may see that earning power level off or maybe even rise
slightly. By fifteen, the boy, depending a great deal on his genes, will
sees his sexual attractiveness begin to level out and start to decline. By
sixteen, the boy is well past his prime and sees the demand for his sexual
services taper off, sometimes quite sharply."
"At seventeen, EcstasyInc puts their breeding stock out to pasture, meaning
it's off to some kind of school or training facility having to do with the
hospitality industry, entertainment, computer technology, transportation,
or various support services needed to facilitate the growth and operation
of the boy-sex industry. The best and brightest move into management. Those
less so end up cutting the grass or watering the flowers (all while
maintaining the impressive physical and sexual assets and working, whenever
appropriate, in the nude). Some marry (each other or the very opposite
sex). Bisexuality is the rule at EcstasyInc, not the exception. Some leave
the company (often for a different Cox subsidiary). EcstasyInc is still a
very young boy (less than five years old). Surprisingly though, most such
young people who leave, come away from their time with the company quite
well off financially and well-primed for success."
"Some don't, however. Drugs, quite apart fom Duralon (which is not without
casualties), take their toll. The criminal element is just outside the
door. Traditional prostitution is not just a female institution With its
long, greedy arms, it embraces the men and boys who are deemed corporate
misfits. HIV and VD take out more than a few, often before they reach the
age of thirty. Yet EcstasyInc is quite conscientious in attempting to take
care of its own. And, as they get better at it, the casualties in the
boy-sex business are likely to decline. Yet, in absolute numbers, they will
probably increase. EcstasyInc is more than just the cliche "growing
concern." Though largely still a gay underground phenomena at this point in
time, its appeal, as seen by the variety of people willing to plop down
exceptional amounts of cold, hard, sand dollars, is much broader even than
just boy-sex. Total, uninhibited sexual indulgence in a luxury resort
setting is, if not universal, then at least much more attractive that the
general public now realizes."
Derek scanned back up over his article, correcting what spelling his
spell-checker missed, deleting a line here, a word there, adding a few more
elsewhere. He wondered how the people at EcstasyInc would receive such an
unvarnished report. Fortunately, he'd soon be off the boat and watching it
sail back over the horizon toward Nassau for yet another group of
boy-lovers. He attached the file and clicked "send," zipping it off to the
Gay Blade. Several questions lingered, waiting for his arrival at Ecstasy
for answers. Names and faces drifted before him, Ronon, Kevin, the
impetuous little Crown Prince of Ecstasy, and a name he never heard until
earlier today, said to be not just the biggest stockholder at EcstasyInc,
but the acting Chairman of the Board of Cox International--Jim Loin.